That’s what my mom said I called them. I know someone explained to me that dandelions were weeds, but really…aren’t they the first flower a child picks? In areas where grass grows, anyway.
These darlings were in someone’s front yard border, so cheerful in their shy but not-shy way. I love the velvety colors; gold and yellow and purple and deep blue and that clean, stark white, all against the mysterious dark greens. Even planted nature can outdo itself!